As a child, I was scared of the dark. In fact, I was a rather fearful child. When I first experienced insomnia, at the age of five, I couldn't sleep because I was convinced that if I fell asleep I would die. I also remember being terrified by Iron Maiden's 'Two Minutes to Midnight' and seeing Divine perform 'You think You're a Man' on Top of the Pops. As an adult, I've outgrown most of my fears, and while I still have to shout for my wife to deal with any insurgent arachnids in the house, there's not that much that scares me nowadays.
However, I'm writing this review while cowering in a corner as I’m assaulted by a furious barrage of guitars and vocals direct from the bowels of hell. It’s a white-hot inferno from beginning to end. Driving death metal riffs show no mercy and there’s no room for fancy flourishes here as the frenzied dervish incinerates everything to its blackened core. Seriously intense.
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